My heart hurts, my head hurts, my eyes won’t stop crying. You’re still my best friend.
Concrete and water, she’s looking for her daughter at midnight in torrential downpour. And everything I said about how messed your head is, was cut up and left in bits and pieces on the cutting room floor.
My God,” he gasped, “you’re fun to kiss.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is The Night (via bluebathsalts)
